Places in Time
Experiences of static reality
As the moments tick by
We exist in a bubble
A bubble of self-absorbed reality
Of our own creation
Our own belief
Not what is no no
Lost in what we think
Objective truth is foreign
To our selfish desire
To be lost In our own revelry
Alone in what we see
Each an island unto their own instances
Their own creations
What is right or wrong?
As they forge their own path
Embark on their own journey
Alone in their delusions of grandeur
Believing their own illusion
Accepting their own lies
Until one day, they see the truth
They never really experienced
Real life
At
All
An Original Poem by H.R. Beebe
Shadows: Misdirected Dreams
I question the truth
As the illusion is clear
The pain shows through the mirage
Of carefully constructed images
The empty show meant to divert
To distract
From the reality
Of the real love, not the dream
The fantasy on the screen
And, even though I am the hidden
Puzzle piece still
The question lives in me
As I watch the smoke and mirrors
Shown to portray the truth
I stand there wondering
Is it false
Is it a carefully crafted glamor?
Or am I
The
Illusion?
An Original Poem By H.R. Beebe
Action Breeds Consequence
Hate is not the opposite of love
Indifference is feeling nothing
Not caring, not giving
Emptiness is that cold place
Where hate grows
Especially if someone tries to take what’s yours
A good man can be forced bad
Evil rises in the fertilizer of animosity
As a man witnesses the disrespect
It calls to his soul to destroy the aggressor
With steel determination
Iron resolve
The lionheart strikes out
To decimate the interloper
Of the man’s love
No quarter given
No mercy implied
If you try to take another man’s love
It’s a quick way to die.
An Original Poem by H.R. Beebe
The Tundra of the Lonely Soul
I stand in the empty stillness
Alone… yet cold
The promise of the light is there
If temporarily
A promise
Of warmth, of Love , of life
Amongst the silence
Loneliness
A glimmer of hope
Redemption
Though it’s the in-between times
That tortures the soul
In whispers of diabolical words
Deeds
Anguish is conveyed
The mind is a most evil jailer
Punishing my promise
Damning my thoughts
Of what could be
A touch , a caress, a kiss
Of him
Woe my busy mind
My active imagination
My sundered heart
My soul cast to shadows
The shadows of uncertainty
It’s not knowing that is the tormentor
As I dwell there waiting,
Tic… tic…. tic
Alone with the hellscape
Of my bitter worries
As time stretches forward
I’m left to wonder
Is it my foolish pride, my stupid assumptions
Or is it I who is the ultimate fool
As I stand here in the nether gloom
Of my solitary countenance
Contemplating my own mortality
My own insolence
Believing the blessing of peace
Of love
Dwelling here alone
Hoping
Needing
In those empty moments
I dream of her
Only to have my salvation shattered
By the memory of her words
The coldness without her kiss
Those times feel like death
No peace to the heart without love
I see life , but with here
Every activity was just a day you died just a little
A life devoid of love is no life at all.
An Original Poem by H.R. Beebe
Lost: In A World Filled With People
When did it happen?
When did you leave me?
Was it a word or a look?
Another man or my pride?
When was the moment you went away?
Emotional stability fails in the face of loneliness
How can I compete with a shadow, a dream?
How long has it been since you were mine?
I wonder each day, is there more I could have done?
A word, a song, an action that could have stimmed the tide?
Changed the outcome
Stopped the inevitable
Changes come, and changes go
Though you became another person
I remained the same
I gave everything that was mine to give
You still were gone
Not in an action or an instant
Yet , you left nonetheless
I could feel it, see it in your words
Your disrespect is evident in your deeds
You left me without a cause or an inkling
Just checked out, leaving no forwarding address
One day, I logged on, looking for a love
A word of solace
I was there
You were gone
The space was empty
I was alone.
Remnants: The Forgotten
Faded memories, lost in time
Shadows, the remains of a life
Forgotten remnants scattered
The remains once vibrant, rich,
Left to turn to dust
All those experiences, memories,
Gone now as there is no one left to remember them,
As time ticks on,
And us the faceless throng,
Pass into silence,
Did we matter at
All?
An Original Poem by H.R. Beebe
Faded Memories: Lost In Time
Dusk the winters fading light
Reflects the dying of the era
Pentenial passing gone with a whimper
It passed in silence
With it, the memories disapate
As those who experienced it fell away
On the blade of temporal expediency
Gone the father, Mother lost to time
As the grains of sand mark the truth
Nothing is forever
An Original Poem by H.R. Beebe
Requiem: A Half A Century Gone By
Sometimes, I’m alone
On a journey began so long ago
I have lived the good and the bad moments
Fought for every gain
Suffered every defeat
Moving ever forward
Across the span of years
Decades of silence
Always fighting the good fight
Yet silent as to my true desires
Looking for meaning in the dark times
Trying to reason the futility of the monotonous
Each day lived but never living
I was existing but never present
Loving but never loved
Sacrificing my soul
Receiving only contempt
Giving my all for nothing
Five decades passed in silence
Hoping for a moment of respite
An instant of clarity
Searching for eden
Being relegated to sheol
Searching ever searching
For peace finding only grief
Only hell
On the last day of the decade
The pentenial behind me..
I let the era die
To fade into the shadows of time
An Original Poem by H.R. Beebe
Keyboard Purgatory: Lovers of Electronic Illusion
I spend my days living
In a fantasy world of electronic dreams
Created to blind my continence
Delude my emotional state
Toward Sympathy for shadows
Smoke and mirror aspirations
Created personalities meant to
Mislead, to control , to extract a
Fiduciary future
Phantom feelings
Lies of verbose deed
Repetitious sentiment
Regurgitated in Redundant fashion
To elicit desire
To elicit action
As they electronically whisper their solidarity
Promise their love
The demons of the matrix
And, I but one of their charges
Damned in my belief
That their illusions
Were never
Real
An Original Poem by H.R. Beebe
A Lifetime In Moments
A Lifetime in Moments
You see, life doesn’t happen in years or decades or centuries. We live in moments…
We don’t live on an arrow of time from the past to the present to the future. The past is gone, and the future hasn’t occurred.
We simply live in the NOW. Our lives are nothing but a series of moments.
This is why the moments we have together are so precious, so unique, because it’s all we have together a series of moments in the NOW.
Each moment is our only chance to experience each other, love each other… and when they pass.. we can never get them back again.
They are forever gone.
An Original Poem by H.R. Beebe
